Imprisoned Heart

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Chapter Four: Encountering Lost Souls

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Maisie let a surprised cry out, as she reached for the jagged parts of the rocks, gripping them as she tried to pull herself upwards.

The claws gripping her ankles didn't let go, and continued to pull her back inside the cave.

She thrashed about, flailing her arms and legs as best she could.

Ignoring the pain from the sharp rocks, she kicked about, and eventually loosened her leg from the grip of whatever was grasping her legs.

She managed to kick it, and it let go completely, letting a growl escape. She let a breathy groan out, and crawled away, banging her legs and slicing her palms on the sharp edged points of the cave.

"Run!" She called out hastily.

"But-"
"I said to fucking run!" She yelled out, throwing some broken off pebbles towards the exit. She turned and fell on her butt.

She reached down to her other boot, and gripped the throwing knives that were hidden inside.

She lashed out at whatever was coming closer to her. She could hear the slice of skin cutting as she slashed again.

A loud growl filled the cave as she backed up against the wall, water dripping down from the cave top.

Maisie was satisfied that she could hear the trample of twigs and leaves crunching, knowing that the people were running away.

"You, girlie, just lost all my food." Maisie stiffened, as she looked up to see a tall dark figure standing above her.

It was a tall dark spirit. Unlike Kristabelle, it glowed a weird dark but light shade, and had stunning crystal purple eyes.

Only his face was screwed up in a deep frown.

Maisie swallowed. "Well, too bad, so sad." She muttered, chuckling as she pulled the last of her throwing knives out.

Too bad she didn't know where her archery equipment was, otherwise this sucker would be Dead by now...

She sniffled, and leaned back coolly. "What are you going to do about it, Ludomil?" She asked, twirling the small knives between her fingers.

"Ho? So you know who I am?" He asked, smiling eerily.

Maisie nodded as she licked her lips. "Yup. Kristabelle told me all about you." She smirked, slowly standing up as Ludomil took a step backwards, a clear look of interest on his face.

"Hmm, Kristabelle is a lying little bitch. I wouldn't belive her if I were you." Ludomil chuckled.

Maisie hummed, as she shifted her weight to her good leg.

"Did she tell you that I was a Troll Elf? A Guardian of the Mountains, Forests, and Caves alike?" Ludomil chuckled darkly.

"A Guardian...?"

"Yes, ma'am. All I want is to protect this area. Protect it from being destroyed by you filthy humans." He growled again, his fist clenching in warning.

"Ouch." Maisie rolled her eyes, as she tightened the grip on her throwing knife. "Well, no matter. I'm sure that they have gotten away by now, So," Maisie quickly darted to the right, throwing her weight as she made her way through the small opening as fast as she could. Just before she crawled out, she shifted so she could pull her arm back and threw the knife towards the Troll Elf.

It hit him dead in the eye, and the spirit flickered briefly before disappearing. "Just so you know, girlie, Fane is out there." He chuckled, before his voice faded away.

Maisie grunted as she pulled herself from the hole, and crawled into the grassy dirt surrounding the outside of the cave. "Bastard." She muttered, hugging her ribs that throbbed.

She knew that they weren't broken, but badly banged up from when she was trying to escape. She looked around, and was happy that she saw no one.

"Alright..." She muttered, standing up shakily, trying not to topple over.

"Hey, miss, are you okay...?" Maisie froze, as she turned to stare at the little girl who ran up to her.

"I- It's you... Why are you here? I told you to run!" Maisie hissed, grabbing the girls arm gently. "Come on, where did the others go?" She asked, squinting as she tried to see anything out of the ordinary.

The girl pointed. "That way..." She murmured, sounding as if she did something bad.

Maisie's Heart panged in a painful way, as she started off in that direction. "Okay, let's catch up with everyone..." Maisie mumbled, as she limped forwards.

"And where do you think you're going?" Maisie froze, and she slowly turned to look at the girl.

The girl had bright glowing emerald green eyes, obviously different from her natural brown orbs. Also, she had a man's voice...

The girl- or rather, man possessing girl, laughed quite evilly, as the hand ripped out of her grasp.

"Fane..."

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Dean was holding his shot gun tightly, twirling around various trees. It reminded him of purgatory.

Sam was behind him, hand gun gripped gently in his right hand, and their fathers notebook in the other. "Okay, so, what do you think it is, Dean?" Sam asked, his eyes darting around the woodsy area for any signs of life or supernatural beings.

Dean shook his head, "I'm not sure." He trailed off, hearing a twig snap. Suddenly, a person tripped out, and fell to the ground.

Dean shot back, avoiding getting trampled as a whole group of people ran from a cluster of tree's.

"H- hey!" One of them stopped, finally spotting the two Winchester's. "Please! You got to help us!" A different woman begged, dropping to her knee's.

"There was some-... Some monster that wanted to kill us!" Another supplied, a lost confused look on his face.

"A- and the girl, she got dragged back inside-!" Another man choked out, leaning against the tree for support.

"Are you all from the greyhound bus?"

"Yes!" They all said, nodding their heads furiously.

"Good, alright. Just head straight that way, and don't look back." Sam said, pointing towards the way Dean and him had came from.

They nodded, and continued on their way to freedom.

Dean and Sam shared a look, before lightly jogging in the direction the people had showed them.

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"Get out-" Maisie choked out, kicking her legs at the intruding spirit. "She's just a girl!" She glared, furious that the spirit Fane had possessed her.

Blood had began to leak from the corners of her mouth.

"She can't take it!" Maisie cried out, feeling the hand tighten around her throat. "Please-" She muttered, struggling to peel away the small hand.

"Hmm, I'm wondering what I should do with you..." Fane mocked, pretending to go into deep thought.

"To give you back to Ludomil, or... To kill you myself." He chuckled darkly, as he finally pulled his hand away from Maisie's throat.

Maisie gasped for breath and coughed as she gently touched her neck. "You bastard- just let her go!"

"Hey, now. That isn't any way to talk to a Guardian of the Forest." Fane pouted, shaking his finger at Maisie.

"Wh-"
"Oh, those two always leave me out. It's not very nice, and it hurts my feeli-"

"What are you talking about?" Maisie hissed out, shifting backwards so she could use the tall tree for support as she raised to her feet painfully.

Fane frowned, and crossed his arms. "Faun. I enjoy tricking people and I lure them into deep dark forests."

Maisie scowled, "A faun... You aren't a 'Guardian of the Forest', you're just an unimportant being sent here by Loki or something." She spat, wishing badly that she had her archery equipment.

"This is my home." Fane growled deeply, taking a couple steps forward. He suddenly let a sigh out. "Well, I don't think this body can take much more, so, I guess I'll just end you right here, right now." He giggled demonically.

Maisie just shrugged, and Fane leaped for her, tackling her to the ground. She landed in some moss that was attached to the bottom of the tree, so it was at least a soft landing.

Fane reeled back the child's fist, and brought it down on Maisie. Maisie blocked, but was surprised when her vision suddenly clouded.

"Remember, trickster." Fane chuckled, as he disappeared.

The forest surrounding her turned dark, as the tree's wilted and leaves turned black and fell to the dirty Earth.

Maisie frowned, as she closed her eyes. "This isn't real. It's only an illusion." She told herself.

"Maisie, my precious baby..." Maisie's eyes snapped open, as she turned to locate the voice.

"Mom..." She mumbled, staring at the figure of her Dead mother. She was caked in blood and grime, and hade various torn chunks from her battered body.

Maisie looked away. "Wha- what happened to you?" She asked, biting her lip.

"Ghouls..." Her mother replied, turning slow and disappearing behind a tree.

Maisie was tempted to follow, but it was what Fane wanted. She stayed in her spot, awkwardly waiting for Fane to make another appearance.

Hopefully he'd ditch the girls body and come after her in his spirit form. Hopefully...

Maisie stilled when she heard the rustling of twigs and branches. She tensed and turned to look behind her, but saw nothing.

"Just get it over with, Fane." She growled out, her hand searching for a strong broken off branch.

She picked one up, and broke it in half, creating a sharp pointed end. She held it up. "I'm ready." She half smirked, standing as a figure dived for her.

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"Sam, hurry it up. I think I hear something over there." Dean whispered, careful of his heavy steps as he neared a small clearing where there weren't so many tree's around. Sam was behind him, tense as he watched their flank.

The two made it into the clearing, and Dean could hear soft voices getting closer, sounding more rash and harsh.

"This is it, Sammy." Dean said quietly, nodding his head in the direction of which many tree's hid. Sam nodded, and the two crept along, finding the closest opening where they could easily get through without any trouble.

They quickened their pace as they heard the voices get louder. Dean came from out of the patch of clustered tree's, and stared in minor shock as he saw a small child holding a knife, trying desperately to slice up the woman on the ground.

The woman appeared to be struggling, and looked already half dead. The girl chuckled crazily as she pulled her hand back to try to stab her again.

"Hey!" Dean called, marching up to the two females. "Little girl, you can't jus-" Dean was suddenly flung back, and he smacked into a tree.

He had the wind knocked out of him, and he coughed, sucking in breath. "Dean!" Sam called, running over.

The apparent little girl had bright glowing green eyes, and blood was slowly oozing from her mouth and nose.

"S- she's not a girl-" Maisie struggled out, her hand over her throat as if she was trying to pry an invisible hand off. "F- faun-!" She coughed, raggedly dragging in breath as stilled.

Dean scrambled for his gun, picking it up and aiming for the girl. Sam winced, and turned away.

"Stop-!" Maisie flinched as she heard the gun echo as blood splattered onto the ground in front of her.

The girl fell to the ground with a loud thud, unmoving. A bright light filled the area, and the three humans covered their eyes from it's blinding radiance.

A few seconds later, it dissapited, and the girl had returned to normal, but still lay motionless in the fallen leaves.

Maisie stared with wide eyes. She crawled over, and touched the girls shoulder, gently nudging it.

"She's dead... I'm sorry." Sam said, feeling somewhat bad all of a sudden.

"Don't you think I know I fucking dead body when I see one?" Maisie snapped, as she gently closed the girls dull brown eyes, moving her hair from her face. "At least you'll be with your mother and brother..." Maisie mumbled, sighing as she moved back, wincing from the pain.

She turned around, and stared at the two men. "Well, at least I fucking found you. Finally..." She fell back, exhausted.

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O. M. G.

Happy family reunion. *shot*

Anyways. Poor little girl, I feel awful... But at least Maisie finally found her step-brothers?

And huzzah. Longest chapter yet.

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